Episode 2

She left the place and took a breath, stroking her arms to relax her goosebumps, tying her hair securely. But just as she was about to leave, a man shouted at her.

"Hey, beautiful, where are you going? Come over for a moment," Joshua said.

She took a deep breath, walking towards the red room, still holding the tray. Upon entering, her gaze focused on that man who was already lounging on the couch with a glass of whisky in his hand.

"Do you need anything else brought to you?" Jazmin asked anxiously, watching the men kissing those women.

"Yes, we need you to sit here with us," Roberto, an older-looking man in contrast to the others, said with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me, but I don't do that. I'm just a waitress, but I'll see who can help you with that," Jazmin replied, slightly annoyed and nervous.

Before she knew it, that older man grabbed her arm and then her waist, bringing his face close to hers. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Let me go, you idiot," she said.

"Sweetheart, why are you getting angry? I'll treat you to the best whisky in the world, and don't worry, I'll leave you a very good tip," Roberto said, touching Jazmin's leg.

"I said let me go," she said, her voice trembling.

"She said let her go," Emilio spoke from the couch, his voice loud and serious. Most importantly, he spoke in Spanish.

The women and the other man next to him fell silent as the tone of his voice was an order. They looked at Jazmin and Roberto.

"But Emilio, look at how exquisite she is, and she's Latina too," Roberto said, touching Jazmin's shoulders.

Jazmin took advantage of the moment when the man looked at Emilio and kicked him with all her might in the groin, causing him to fall at her feet.

"You fucking prostitute, you'll pay for this," Roberto said, lying on the floor, almost in tears.

The other men burst into laughter, looking at Roberto.

"Do you need anything else, someone else?" Jazmin asked, her voice trembling, her words becoming tangled, as she watched that man squirm.

Emilio looked at her, leaned back in the chair, and took a big sip of whisky.

Jazmin didn't wait any longer and left, walking to the restroom with trembling hands. She turned on the tap, letting water flow into her hands and splashing it on her face.

"Did something happen, Jaz?" Lola asked, worried, as she entered the restroom.

"A man tried to touch me," Jazmin replied.

"These damn rich people! I'll talk to my boss right away. They think they can do whatever they want with us because of their money."

"No, I already put that old man in his place. I just don't want to go back there," Jazmin said.

"Stay calm. I'll finish up here. Take a deep breath, Jazz. See you outside. I have to keep working," Lola said.

Jazmin took a deep breath, wiped away the tear that trickled down her cheek, and left the restroom. After several more hours of work, the last customer had already left.

"Come on, Jazmin. Let's go have dinner with the girls. They bought tacos," Lola said, taking Jazmin's hand.

Everyone there was very friendly, talking about tips and some discussing the important men they had served.

"But tell us, Jazmin, what's Emilio Conner like?" a blonde woman asked, smiling. All eyes turned to Jazmin.

"I don't know much. He doesn't talk much," Jazmin replied.

"Don't be silly. I want to know what he's like. They say he's incredibly handsome, tall, and muscular," she laughed.

"Well, he has green eyes. He's tall, you know, normal," Jazmin remembered his gaze on her.

"Oh, girl, what do you mean, normal? I would have fallen at his feet. He never comes around here. You were lucky," she said.

"Well, girls, we're leaving," Lola said, getting up from the table and closing her jacket.

The two of them left the bar, and upon reaching Jazmin's house, they stopped.

"Mr. Conner left this for you before he left," Lola said, giving her an envelope of cash.

"But why?"

"That's how the rich apologize. Take it and buy medicine for Cristi, and use this for some food."

Tears welled up in Jazmin's eyes. That money would help with Cristi's medication.

"Thank you, Lola, truly."

"See, everything will work out. Rest soon. Tomorrow will be the same. Take care, Jazmin," Lola said, hugging her.

"Thank you Lola, I love you too." Jazmin said, with a smile as she got out of the car.

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